I listen to the people in the next apartment having sex at 2 in the morning. When the woman begs the man for the7th time to tell he that he loves her ;I bang on the wall and say,For God's sake tell him that you love her so I can get some sleep. I also keep my door locked so the Jehova witnesses' can't get in. I see my Mom with the final stages of Alzheimer's every Sunday. I gobble 15 different meds to keep me going. I ride my bike at 4 in the morning to look for prostitutes. I collect military figs and vehicles. I dabble in different rifles in the semi auto version with my crazy friend Jeff has. The Savage shotgun is this month's playmate. And I get a buzz from the guy in the apartment to the left who burns incense (cough cough) which covers his marijuana smell. I hate it here. The only reason I stay is Mom.